I am reading legendary Alabama and Oakland Raiders’ quarterback Kenny Stabler’s autobiography, Snake. With most books, I would wait a few days to finish it before regaling anyone with just a fraction of what’s inside.
This is not an option with Snake, a book that is basically “The Grapes of Wrath, but if the Okies were from Alabama, and one of them, the narrator in this case, had a lightning strike for a left arm and a penchant for fast cars, women, and calling his own plays on the field. Also it’s sexy, unlike the Grapes of Wrath, and no one is broke after the first couple of chapters, and even then it’s fine because somehow there’s always beer money to spend in Mobile.